[ He is… stunned. His piercing amber gaze looks her up and down. Twice. ] You’re telling me you can achieve something beyond this? How could you possibly know? You’ve never transformed. [ Gobsmacked might be the right word. Also: definitely turned on. ]

"𝕊𝕠, 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕝, 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥~"

would it be so bad to spend the rest of your life eating your way out from inside a swiss roll i think not

You have no idea how manipulative those little brats can truly be. They’ll pounce on the slightest suggestion of tension between us, and we’ve come too far for any setbacks. [ Ben grumbles, placated at least by her apology… which surprisingly does seem genuine. He shakes his head, eager to go +

I don’t WANT you to be afraid of me. I’m not trying to scare you. [ The wall dissipates as his teeth clench around the stem of his pipe. Two tempers, one marriage. ] I know how much that cookbook means to you. I would help tear this house down to the foundation to find it, if it pleased you! +

[ He might’ve let it go if it weren’t for the ‘I’m not sorry.’ Slamming the study door shut is a wordless order to the children to stay where they are, as he marches right down those stairs in pursuit of her. ] HOLD IT. [ Thrusting out a hand, a wall of flames goes up in her path, +

[ There is the tiniest inkling of remorse beginning to fester within him. This is what he created. ]

You mean THAT ONE? [ Jerking his head in the direction of it, since he can’t use his arms. ] Dearest, it’s right there. Will you calm down? Whoever took it clearly recognized the danger they were in.

[ Just barely resisting the instinct to singe those vines. He can’t exacerbate the situation, so he “lets” himself be caught and dragged. ] You have to tell me what you’re talking about!

[ He didn’t do anything wrong, but the sound of her footsteps running up those stairs is enough to strike the fear of god into anyone. Hell, and there isn’t enough room for him under the desk. Stupid kids. ]

Run that by me again.

[ God, the foundation is shaking. … Locks the door. Like that will do anything at all. ] Mother’s having a moment. We’ll stay out of her way, children.

[ Discussing Evil Matters with the children, pausing mid-sentence as they listen to screaming and the kitchen being torn apart. … Very quietly shutting the door to his office. They’ll be in here… NOT hiding from their wife/mother. Definitely not hiding. ]

[ In hindsight, yes, she has a point. But it was less about tastiness and more about destroying beastly brats. And doing so ✨dramatically✨ ]

[ Why is murder wrong? He’s combined it with his second favorite thing: baking! Remember when he was going to use children as the ingredients to his children’s cake? ]

☺️

[ He’s not relying on anything! He merely gets the sense he’s being deceived in some way. Honestly, who and what could ever compare to her baking? Truly. … That being said—will she indulge him? ]

[ 💭 Why do I get the feeling someone is hiding something sugary and delicious from me… in my own house? ]

[ 👀 Well? Come show him. ]

LET US WALTZ INTO THIS PRANKSTER'S PARADISE! (Lit Headcanon-based C:KND OC!) (MV / Multiships with chem and age group!) (SFW only, muse is a minor, admin is 20+!) (Penned by Shiloh/G!) #MVRP // #KNDRP // #CARTOONRP // #OCRP

[ Her excitement is contagious… and he realizes there’s no point in denying who he is. A deep and dark chuckle reverberating in his chest evolves into full-blown cackling. ] We’ve got those mangy brats. Finally. 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 I’ll get what I’ve always wanted! [ Father returns his pipe to his mouth, +

[ Her reaction elicits one from him, and it’s in the form of taking a step back. This is truly the moment it hits him. This is not who he married, this is the product of his actions… and isn’t this what he’d been hoping the achieve? … So why, despite his being impressed, does this not sit right +

No, no, the idea itself isn’t bad. You’re onto something. [ Ugh, how he hates to see her upset, especially when the idea she’s come up with is downright inspired. He simply can’t believe it’s coming from her. ] I mean, you can’t blame me for being a little surprised, dear. This is Gretchen.

[ * YET. He hasn’t reprimanded his Delightful Children * yet. ]

[ … Now she definitely has his attention. Amber eyes search her face. He even pulls his pipe from his mouth, stunned, an eyebrow arching. ] You’re serious? You’re suggesting we use our daughter as an energy source. … You realize what that entails, don’t you?

[ It is an odd question sans context, but he always game to indulge her. ] Plenty. The children have been masterminding a handful more at my request, too. Why do you ask?

[ You can’t see it, but he’s blushing. Might even be a little warmer than usual. ] I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting to have been gone for so long. Unexpected business. [ Capturing her hand to plant a kiss on it. ] I’ve missed you. ~

(( MOTHER at the Villain's Choice Awards,,, aaaaugh <3 ))

something you need, darling?

[ Those pests… He can see it in his mind’s eye; the look of fear plastered all over their faces, his wife’s stern voice and no-nonsense attitude as she threatens them… He’s hot. And not because he’s angry (anymore). And she has the gall to turn and walk away from him! Now! +

[ Oh, he’s definitely agreeable to that. ~ Smirking, Ben turns, ready to close the distance between—and then she tells him. ] … They 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩? [ He casts a scathing glare to the stairs. Miserable brats are probably up there sulking right now, hiding from him. He’s got half a mind to stomp up +

Mm, care to share? [ He stands, tired of sitting, needing to stretch his legs. Which is when he pauses to listen carefully to the silence that otherwise filled the mansion. ] Have you seen the children?

Scheming, darling? You look as if you’re a million miles away.

[ How could he have gone all this time without noticing? He’ll put a pin in this. A conversation for another time. ] We’re unstoppable. We’re perfect. 𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 perfect. Look at what you’ve become. Shall we wait for our guests, my love?

[ Be assured that his time has not yet come. Nigel’s, on the other hand, is borrowed… Stepping foot on this property will be the last thing he ever does, but like he said, the door is open. Oh, and please make sure Gretchen tags along. Wouldn’t want her to miss all the fun. ]

[ Pause. An eyebrow quirks. ] Now wait a second. What sparks? … Are you telling me she has powers too?

[ He appraises this hulking mass of rock, watching as not only it forms but he creates a sentient being capable of taking commands. Astounding. Father chews on the end of his pipe, the wheels in his mind turning. Their daughter… ] She’s not going to be happy about this. You know how she +

[ Stunned, but impressed. It manifests through sinister cackling. ] Look at you—not even a day and you use these powers like you’ve wielded them all your life. You, my darling, are exceptional. Those little snot-nosed punks haven’t slightest idea what they’re in for.

[ Music to his ears. ~ ] I suspect they’ll be arriving any time now, my dear. I do believe you should give them a show. ~

[ Come at your own risk, Mister Uno. Feel free to bring the whole team, too. In fact, he’ll leave the door unlocked. ]

[ Unlocked her potential. ]

[ Is that so? Why not come and find out? His tía would love to see him… ]

And here I thought I couldn’t top Delightfulization.

++ But, I do come bearing good news. . . and that is 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄~! (END)

Yes, I did. Consider it a reminder of how much I love you, my darling. [ Just like their wedding day—when he vowed to give her everything. And now, he finally is. ] Something to bring out your beauty. [ He slides the ring onto her finger, his pulse quickening with anticipation, +

[ Ah, finally, there she is. He takes a moment to admire her. How pretty she is, how unsuspecting she is… and how much more beautiful she’ll soon become. ] My dear, I’ve been doing some thinking. I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you the other night. I was hoping to make it up to you. +

Good. [ Pulling her flush against him, like she never left. Dinner isn’t high on his list of priorities right now. And the kids could fend for themselves, for all he cared. ] I don’t like to be kept waiting. ~ [ Stealing a kiss. She’s the one who dragged him here in her sleep. +

[ Ben turns the small velvet box in his hands. Inside lies the ring—one of his finest creations. Beautiful in both aesthetic and purpose. Once on her finger, it will ignite qualities he knows lie dormant within her… qualities that align with his. She wouldn’t understand if he told her the truth. +

[ Huffs! Rolls away from her, giving her the space to leave without him hanging all over her. ] Fiiine, if you must. But you come right back here. Don’t make me chase you down.

[ Groans, arms tightening around her. Stay still! Burying his face into the crook of her neck and shoulder. ] No. [ Is he getting warmer? Maybe. Will she be more inclined to stay? Hopefully. ]